2 Glocks

Bone Thugs~N~Harmony
BTNHResurrection
Krayzie
(Panic time, bring your gun)

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all fck with (Fall to death,
death) the with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).
Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all You could (Fall to death,
death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) *2

I still be the thuggish ruggish, nigg*. Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues,
and boots. Still don't give a fk about the law. Still run with a pump in my
car and fk who you are! You fkin' with a couple of that's really
insane. I'm talkin' loco, Krayzie as hellit ain't just a nameIt's the game.
We done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my
brain. Besides that, man ain't nothin' changed. Look at me now, I'm still a
thug, nigg* I still smoke bud. (You know) You know I still represent St. Clair
wig-split, s**t, nigg* what? This is Bone Thug. thinkin' I told ya but
we put it down like that. And whoever we got to fk up to prove that we do it,
and keep on movin'. Guess who's back up in the house? Original Cleveland
criminals just send 'em subliminal messages like "Murda, Mo Murda
Murda!" Never forgot where we come from. Watch how you move your tongue. Cause
I got that's ready to jump off in your as* and smash and crash. Protect
my for
combat, Leather Face at 'cha and on your as* like I was a heat-seeker, quickly
the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland.
Layzie
I be the smoothest lil' nigg*, you can meet me (me). But nigg*, you fk with
me, then I'ma fk with you. Introduce you to this heat. I sweep the street.
When I draw down, let me hear ya say "fk the Law!" now. Rawest in the
town, ready to thug and go down. "Go pound for pound," nigg* that's the motto.
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real, nigg*, keep it real. Show me
your game. I'm sure gon' claim what the fk is mine, my nigg* I'll take it.
Grab a player-hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it. Gimme your
money, drop them keys, it's a jack-move b*tch! And since you haters ain't got
no business that's how we attack your s**t. nigg* we'll smack your b*tch in the
middle of the Grammy. And the media might ban me. nigg* this Mo Thug Family is
for real.

Krayzie
Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all fck with (Fall to death,
death) the with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).
Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all You could (Fall to death,
death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) *2
Bizzy
Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. 'Fore it all gets spent up.
And you wanna get rid of a hood b*tch with game. And every b*tch said I'm a
good b*tch fkin' with my wood grain. Everybody still playin' that hood game
quiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet) Especially when it's tired. My environment ain't
nothin' but dyin' in them chemical-fed injections in Jasper, Texas.
Split up these off in different sections. Don't hate my message. Destiny
led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. Wad up a nigg*'s sherm, and come listen
to the sermon. Swervin' in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle. But
everybody know I got some problems. Had dreams of the Apollo. The fiends had
faith in me. Suckas wouldn't run. A nigg* not insane. still with
meBone. Somehow they turn up. Run up and get your sign. Run blindly, elevate
through time, nowhere to hide.

Flesh
Our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawed-off head. nigg*, you drippin', soakin'
with bloodly body be beggin me. You know what you should've capped like 2Pac
with a glock. They're deadly. Better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. You
know you done fked up, don't you ? Runnin' up blastin' gas craters.
What the fk you thought you saw with your head in the sky? Could it be a
bird, or maybe it's even a plane. For the untamed, insane human, only the 5th
Dawg. fck you thought, muth*fk fame, for the fact the s**t is a phat game
goin' remain number one in the Land. Flesh, strangle the gang. Bang-bang, bang!
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord, I say. Now how many times will I
have to slay today? Will I raise my guage? Oh God ! How will I teach 'cha, but
it's these tactics that he daily practice. They gonna let you. Don't have it?
Have it! Runnin' up you sons of b*stards! Blast it! We sons of assassins, match
it, collecting more cash. That's true, you're feeling that, said all my
babies ge
t a million. Struggle with a villian, hit em with a venomous blow! I call on
my mighty archangel. Gonna surround my soul, but go with the calico yo! We the
tightest, you know Mo' the Mighty. Yes, trues humbly united. My family never
divided: Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, 7th Sign. For the FBI, you
wanna come test my Enterprise? b*tch, you better go think twice, and open up
your muth*fkin' eyes! These can't fk with the 5th Dawg, finna
parlay! Everyday stormin your way, you better lay low, so you might just duck
when I buck guage! Can't you see my having a ball all day. Since we
havin a ball all day, muth*fkas player hate!
Krayzie
Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all fck with (Fall to death,
death) the with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).
Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all You could (Fall to death,
death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) *4